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"
Apologize
.
"
Maybe
he
hadn
’
t
heard
her
properly
.
Maybe
he
was
the
one
who
was
going
mad
.
"
To
a
rat
?
"
Door
said
nothing
,
fairly
meaningfully
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
"
said
Richard
,
to
the
rat
,
with
dignity
,
"
if
I
startled
you
.
"
The
rat
looked
up
at
Door
.
"
No
,
he
really
does
mean
it
,
"
she
said
.
"
He
’
s
not
just
saying
it
.
So
what
have
you
got
for
me
?
"
She
fumbled
at
the
rat
’
s
side
,
and
pulled
out
a
much
-
folded
piece
of
brown
paper
,
which
had
been
held
on
with
something
that
looked
to
Richard
like
a
vivid
blue
rubber
band
.
She
opened
it
up
:
a
piece
of
ragged
-
edged
brown
paper
,
with
spidery
black
handwriting
on
it
.
She
read
it
and
nodded
.
"
Thank
you
,
"
she
said
,
to
the
rat
.
"
I
appreciate
all
you
’
ve
done
.
"
It
scampered
down
onto
the
couch
,
glared
up
at
Richard
for
a
moment
,
and
then
was
gone
in
the
shadows
.
The
girl
called
Door
passed
the
paper
to
Richard
.
"
Here
,
"
she
said
.
"
Read
this
.
"
It
was
late
afternoon
in
Central
London
,
and
,
with
autumn
drawing
on
,
it
was
getting
dark
.
Richard
had
taken
the
Tube
to
Tottenham
Court
Road
and
was
now
walking
west
down
Oxford
Street
,
holding
the
piece
of
paper
.
Oxford
Street
was
the
retail
hub
of
London
,
and
even
now
the
sidewalks
were
packed
with
shoppers
and
tourists
.
"
It
’
s
a
message
,
"
she
said
,
when
she
gave
it
to
him
.
"
From
the
marquis
de
Carabas
.
"
Richard
was
sure
he
had
heard
the
name
before
.
"
That
’
s
nice
,
"
he
said
.
"
Out
of
postcards
,
was
he
?
"
"
This
is
quicker
.
"
